Once

Once, I had a lover that twirled purple and blue in the darkness over me, he smelled of cloves and jasmine, I thought he was God. He thought I was unreachable. Once, there was an old dizzy man who read poetry to me all night long, his hands shaking, his eyes crying.  I bowed my …

For Little Ralphie

“Little Ralphie” You are a bored child And a prancing devil~ You are an intimate artist ~ An aloof poet~ You are cherished and revered~ For what you are ~ And for what you are not~ You are a fool and a wise man~ You are an aristocratic ho bo~ You are an earth angel~ With sparkling …

The Tears of Marie Anne

Death kissed a gypsy caravan to claim one of the Romni clan and as her life ebbed with the day her last act was to wipe away the tears of Marie Anne The father grieved so for his wife in deep despair he took his life no goodbye note for his son Thad nor daughter …

Bolibar

When the mutant child was born The Piper at the Gates of Dawn Played a dirge into the night The Devil laughed with such delight And cried ‘He is my spawn’ His hands were claws, his face a scar They kept him in a brown glass jar In a cold damp cellar all alone A …